"If it had been an American, it might have been carelessness, but no Mexican ever forgets his beast.

Drive ahead, boys; we may be too late." In half an hour they came in sight of the ledge below, the crumbled furnace, and the motionless figure of Concho, wrapped in a blanket, lying prone in the sunlight.
"I told you so,--drunk!" said the President.
The Doctor looked grave, but did not speak.

They dismounted and picketed their horses.

Then crept on all fours to the ledge above the furnace.
There was a cry from Secretary Gibbs, "Look yer.

Some fellar has been jumping us, boys.